Prince and I in Desert Island

2"I said your punches were too weak, they didn't have the slightest strength!" I said against my own will. It wasn't that I wanted to say it, but Wang Yao, Liyan and Shangguan Lulu had already arrived by my side.    0

    

If not, then I will act tough. Sometimes, I just act reckless. I feel that even if I were to die in front of my own woman, I can't lose in front of her.    

    

It was difficult to change one's nature. There was no other way, one had to get used to it.    

    

I thought Tyrant wouldn't give me the chance. I looked at him as if I was facing death. Come, let the tempest come strike harder.    

    

His hands had clamped around my shoulders like two giant pincers, and I couldn't move, but now he let go of me.    

    

I was a little incredulous. I wondered if he was going to switch to another method to make me die a little more straightforwardly.    

    

"What you said makes a lot of sense. I think my punches are terrible too." Tyrant rubbed his big head as he looked at me with admiration.    

    

I was completely stunned by him. He didn't want to kill me just now, but now he doesn't seem to be angry at all.    

    

"What do you mean? "Don't play any tricks!" I asked tentatively.    

    

"Everyone says that my fist is invincible. You are the only one who says that my fist is terrible." Tyrant said with sincerity.    

    

"And then?" I still don't understand what this big black bear is trying to say.    

    

"You can see that my fist is very weak. You must be an expert with vast experience, so …" Tyrant rubbed his hands together and looked at me flirtatiously.    

    

His gaze gave me goosebumps all over my body. I looked at him vigilantly, afraid that he would suddenly pounce on me and take advantage of me.    

    

"So what? What do you want? " I took a step back and said to the big black bear.    

    

"That's why I want you to give me a few pointers, hero, so that my punches can improve!" The tyrant, White Marten, chuckled as he tried to get close to me.    

    

So that's how it is. It's been a habit to be boasted about and praised by others everyday. Suddenly, I splashed a spoonful of cold water on him. He felt extremely refreshed.    

    

To put it bluntly, Tyrant is a masochist. Initially, when I praised him, he wanted to kill me, but now, I completely gave him no face.    

    

"I admit that I am indeed a one-in-a-million expert. Of course, my guidance isn't enough. But didn't you want to make a move on me just now?" I looked at him with contempt.    

    

I admit that I've never been the kind of person to give in to a good situation. I'll kick my nose whenever I get the chance, but every time I hit a bad spot.    

    

"I was blind to not recognize Mt. Tai just now. I have offended the hero. Please do not blame the hero!" Tyrant had gone completely soft. He had thought that I was really the expert who could guide him.    

    

"You were in danger just now. If you hadn't let go of me so quickly, you wouldn't have been able to move now," I said to Tyrant White Marten sincerely.    

    

"Why was it so dangerous just now? Why can't I move? " Tyrant gave me a puzzled look.    

    

"Because if you had not released me just now, I would not have been able to hold back and made a move." I pretended to be enigmatic as I spoke to Tyrant.    

    

"Splash!"    

    

Tyrant suddenly knelt in front of me.    

    

"Thank you for your mercy! Thank you for your kindness!" Tyrant said with tears streaming down his face.    

    

"Fine, fine. It's fate that I saw you fight today. Seeing that you've always believed in God, I'll let you go today!" I thought it was enough. The rabbit got anxious, the old boar got anxious, and the old boar got anxious.    

    

"But I don't believe in God, I only believe in my fist," Tyrant White Mink said helplessly.    

    

"In the future, believe in God. What's the difference between living without faith and being a salted fish? How did your fist art break through? " I scolded him in a serious tone.    

    

"Okay, I'll believe in God. Hero, are you God?" Tyrant said weakly.    

    

"I'm not God." I felt a little dizzy.    

    

"Then what is God?" Tyrant continued to ask me like an idiot.    

    

I put one hand on the fence, afraid I might faint at any moment.    

    

"God is not a thing, God is a person." I took a deep breath to ease the dizziness of my brain from insufficient blood supply and to calm my emotions.    

    

"Where is God? "I want to see God! I want to improve my boxing skills!" Tyrant White Marten hugged my leg and begged me excitedly.    

    

"I really want to send you to God right now …" I gnashed my teeth as I spoke.    

    

"Thank you, Hero, then quickly send me to God. I really want to see God right now." Tyrant looked at me expectantly.    

    

"This is not the time. One day you will be with God," I said, stroking his big head.    

    

"Okay, I really look forward to the day!" Tyrant showed joy and expectation on his face.    

    

"Please give me a few pointers, my white marten will be forever grateful. In the future, I will follow my hero on his journey to the north and ignore all deaths," the tyrant, white marten, solemnly said to me.    

    

"Get up. Actually, your fist art is still alright. It's just a little lacking in heat …" I told him.    

    

I think the tyrant is a bit simple-minded, but his obsession and dedication to martial arts deeply moved me. He was a true expert, but his never-ending pursuit of martial arts was hard to come by.